Burning With the Fire (Eric Divergent Fanfic)

Deeper and Deeper

***Arielle's POV***

Two days after I was put in the hospital, the doctor finally discharges me. To say I am relieved is an understatement; the food has been shitty, I have to get Eric to bring Jenevieve to me every time she is hungry, and I haven't been allowed out of the bed due to the concussion. I have slowly started going insane. I snap at all the nurses, and I am extremely moody with the doctors. Eric, Jen, and Uriah are the only ones I have been kind to, or, at least, I attempt to be.

"Easy, Ari." Eric says cautiously as I stand up when he pushes the wheelchair into the apartment. Jenevieve is in my arms sleeping soundly. Oh how I wish I could sleep all my problems away.

As soon as I have settled my baby in her crib, I walk across the hall to my room, where Eric is changing. He is currently shirtless, and he is adjusting the gun holster on his hip.

"Where are you going?" I ask, sitting at the end of the bed, watching him. As much as I try to keep my eyes off of him, he is breathtakingly gorgeous. How he still manages to tolerate me is beyond me.

"No where if you keep looking at me like that." Eric calls out my checking him out, and my cheeks heat up, likely flushing red as well. Despite him flustering me, he continues. "I'm going on a mission to Candor. Jeanine is adamant I lead the squad, despite my protests."

"Is that where Tobias and Tris are?" I ask, my gut already sinking with the oncoming answer.

"That is what our inside sources suggest." Eric replies, and I nod.

The thought of Eric walking out that door makes my stomach flip a hundred times over. I hate the fact that I may not see him again, even if they have the advantage of surprise.

Our baby is here, and I'm here.

Those two treacherous days in the hospital gave me time to reflect on Eric and mine's relationship. We are the two most hotheaded people on the planet, but that is what makes us work. We need each other to grow and develop, because, without each other, we loose ourselves and our entire meaning. Our fights may be as heated as they come, but I refuse to have it any other way. Despite these terrible, and rather frequent, spats, I realized I still love him more than anything, except maybe Jenevieve. We have both sacrificed so much for each other, and one of us needs to cut the stubborn attitude mend the wound that has torn us apart.

"I don't want you going." I murmur, and Eric's eyes meet mine through the mirror.

"What did you just say?" Eric inquires, not out of anger, but out of shock.

"I need you here, baby. Jen needs you."

Eric turns to face me, and he takes three long strides towards me, crouching when he gets to me. His hands find mine, and our fingers automatically link with one another's.

"Arielle, you and Jen are the most important things in my entire world. I will always protect you, and, without a doubt, always come back to you. Believe me, baby, please." The pleading in Eric's voice makes tears fill my eyes. His hands squeeze mine, and I rest my forehead on his.

"I love you so much, and I'm so sorry." I cry, and Eric's thumbs brush underneath my eyes, stopping the tears.

"I'm sorry too. God, I love you." Eric says, and he presses his lips firmly on mine. I melt at the contact, and my arms automatically wind themselves around his neck, pulling my body into his. His strong, defined arms scoop my body up, and my legs need little encouragement to wrap around Eric's strong body. The crevices and muscles I have come to memorize are still there, tensing and bulging with every move of our tongues or hands. Our tongues work in synch, moving with each other, as well as battling for dominance; another trait Eric and I share.

Eric's lips leave mine, and make their way down to my neck, where he sucks on the tender skin. I gasp when I feel his teeth, but my lips soon turn into a warm smile. I can't believe how much I've missed this.

His hands find my rear end, one of his favourite parts of me to touch, and he squeezes it, making me chuckle breathlessly. I run my fingers over his torso, because I know he enjoys that as much as I love he attention he gives my behind.

When Eric is sure he has left his mark, he pulls away, leaning his forehead on mine. We are both panting, which makes me laugh quietly. As soon as I go to make my mark on my man, Jenevieve's cry echo into our room. I shake my head, disappointed in my daughter's timing, but I take Eric's hand in mine, taking him with me to our daughter's room across the hall. I take my crying baby in my arms, and sit on the rocking chair. I prep myself to feed her, and as soon as she is happily eating, I sit back in the chair, watching her fondly. And, much to my happiness, Eric watches us both fondly; his whole world.

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Eric left hours ago to go on Jeanine's mission to Candor. He left Jen and I reluctantly, but what can we do? If we want to stay together and stay off of Jeanine's radar, Eric has to do as he is told, even if no one but Jeanine agrees with it.

Eric made sure Uriah was here the moment he left. To say Eric was pissy and jealous when he walked out the door was an understatement. If Eric's eyes could kill, I think Jeanine and Uriah would be six feet under.

Uriah and I are seated in the living room, with Jenevieve in my arms, sleeping. I swear my baby despises falling asleep in her crib. She will cry endlessly in the crib if I try to put her down for a nap, but falling asleep in anyone's arms is no big deal.

As Uriah is settling down on the recliner to sleep, a knock sounds at the door. My blood runs cold, and I stand up abruptly. Luckily, Jen doesn't wake up and cry, but Uriah looks to me worriedly.

"Get to the bedroom, there's a gun under the crib." Uriah instructs, and my jaw drops.

"There is a fucking gun underneath where my baby sleeps?! What the hell Uriah?!" I whisper-shout, and Uriah throws his hands up in surrender, scared of my oncoming momma bear. His eyes continue to shift between us the door, where another knock sounds.

"Eric's safety feature, I dunno! Get to the bedroom now Arielle!" Uriah whisper-shouts in return, and I quickly get to the bedroom as Uriah goes over to the door.

I shut the bedroom door, and I lean against the door, listening for anything in the living area.

When I don't hear anything, I place Jen in her crib, and take out the gun from under the crib. I need to remember to kill Eric later for this...

I raise my gun, and walk out slowly, and stealthily, towards the living room. I hear hushed voices, and when I get to the living room, Uriah is talking to three blonde women. One can only be twelve or thirteen, the other fifteen or sixteen, and the last woman is in her late forties or early fifties. As soon as I see the blonde hair across the board, I know this is Eric's family, well, minus his dad.

"Arielle, it's Eric." Eric's mother speaks up first, and his sisters look at me worriedly.

"The Insurgents have him." My heart drops through the floorboards, making every part of me ache.

"Why aren't we going to get him?! Uriah, we have to-"

"Ari, we can't do that." Uriah says solemnly.

"And why not? That is my baby's father!" I cry, and Eric's youngest sister, Aria, has tears in her eyes.

"They want you, Jen, and I in exchange for his life, Arielle."

Hey lovelies, I'm so sorry for the lack of updates! My life has literally made me unable to touch my home computer for any longer than like twenty minutes, and for that I am so so so sorry! 

I hope you enjoyed this chapter, I just wrote it for you guys because I couldn't stand the thought of keeping you guys waiting any longer! I love you all and thank you so much for sticking with me and my annoying ass! xoxo